The Wink

Okay, so here’s the situation,
One girl and four boys,
The girl is easy enough to explain,
She seems almost coy,
But she’s just so shy,
Blushes at the drop of a hat,
Will not speak out,
Stays wherever she sat,
Boy number one is different,
He talks to her somewhat,
Maybe even flirts,
But to him she stays shut,
The second is like the girl,
Quiet and very shy,
He’s never spoken to her,
Never even a simple hi,
So to her he isn’t anything,
The third looks at her,
Perhaps a little too much,
This she is almost sure,
But he is not her type,
Just something not right,
Then comes the fourth,
The one she thinks about this night,
The loud one,
The one who slightly teases,
He may be spoken for,
But when he talks she freezes,
He’s the one with the wink,
The one that turns her complexion red,
And oh how red it can be,
But she can’t get over the wink,
He’s beyond her teen years,
And has a life out there,
And to her this is clear,
Still she comes back to the wink,
None of the others gave her one,
They just ignore her or stare,
Until the class is done,
The wink started something,
And he might not even understand,
But that wink she’ll be contemplating,
And it’s meaning she’ll demand.